I wish I had a picture of this. We set up camp at my parents' house through the storm. The neighbor came over with extra plywood and offered it to my father. This neighbor had dilligently cut and shaped his plywood the day before to perfectly fit his arched bay windows. By this time, we had a clear indication that we would only be lightly hit by the storm. My dad turned the plywood down, and by the time morning came, he looked like the smartest guy in the neighborhood.
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